Three days without you. I pulled away because of my need. I pulled away because I began to attribute the bright colors of my world, the lightness of my being, and the dance in my bones to having your taste on my lips. …

It’s a gorgeous day, and I’ve got some free time. I’ve been putting off going to the gym because lately it’s just been too beautiful to workout indoors. I put on my hiking shoes, but at the last minute, I remember something super important I have to do. Every time…

4 days ago, I moved my almost 8 year old and I from one housesit to another. We are moving again in 3 more days. We’ve moved 5 times in the last month and a half, and we will move 4 more times before a more long-term respite. Unlike many…

Before the dawn of industrialized agriculture, our ancestors were farming by the phases of the moon. We understood that the moon governs moisture, so we worked with it and reaped the rewards of harvests that trusted in and maximized the potential offered in this cycle. Our bodies, being 60% water…

Despite my better judgement and the promises I’ve made to myself, I’m leaning into my impulsive nature and am going in… Covid. I’m not claiming to be an expert or even to have an opinion really. Pardon my blunt frustration, but I’m crazy into facts and knowledge, compassion and CRITICAL THINKING…

T​hese are words that have hit my gut in a shameful punch, adding another layer to the pervasive Mom Guilt. “I’m still not doing it right” I​’ve read the books. I’ve taken the workshops. But in the busy hustle of just surviving the moments, it is still so difficult to…

I lit a candle at my altar and sat down to meditate. I’m typically not one for NYE resolutions. I’ve always been a bit bored by the idea of making a huge deal about an arbitrary date on the Gregorian calendar which doesn’t actually align with any real celestial event……

Our Right Not To Die Alone “How’s it going?” This generally rhetorical question has taken new life in the past few months. When I’m fortunate enough to have someone on the phone or close enough to me to ask, I hear several versions of the same uncertain “Wow.” In the apex of this collective experience, I am struck by…

L​et me say it again, just to be sure that all parents despise me forever. M​y kid doesn’t have meltdowns. L​et me ALSO say that EVERYONE has meltdowns. It’s relative, right. My kid just doesn’t have the kind of screaming, kicking meltdowns we all see at restaurants or grocery stores…